How did I get here
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How did I get here
In May of last year (2013), a friend of mine rang me up and said did I want to go out in Manchester, England. Being just 40 miles away, I agreed and we met up, had some lunch and started drinking.
My Wife, was visiting her Parents so I spoke to them on the phone and said to call them the next day, while I got on with drinking.
I remember having a bottle of red wine and it not being the vintage to my liking and so turned back to beer.
We carry on drinking and then rest of it was a mystery at the time.
I woke in a street, a place I had never been before. It was a large square with cobbles and it was raining hard. My head hurt and I felt really really sick. I also needed a number 2.
I found a cafe and asked to use the toilet, checked my pockets and I was missing my wallet and phone. I had been robbed.
I freshened up as best I could and went outside, I said to to the waitress in the cafe, can you tell me what street I am on, I seem to have got a bit lost.
She said, Pardon I speak English little bit. She went to get the Manager.
I said to him, I got a little drunk last night and cant remember where I am.
He said, you are an idiot, you came in here last night saying "Don't forget who won the war". When we wouldn't serve you, now **** off.
I said, sorry and then he said, your in Antwerpen.
What, I said, Antwerp, Belgium.
He said "Yes".
I sad I have no money, no phone please could he help me get some help to get home. My so called friend was no where to be seen, I asked if the waiter had seen him. Yes, he was arrested after urinating on a Policeman's leg, you ran off.
I thought I had better go to the cop shop and see whats going on.
I found the Police Station and and explained how we had got carried away and how very regrettable it all was and that we just wished to leave and not darken their door any longer.
I was arrested for "Drunk and Disorderly Conduct" and joined my friend in the cells.
He was still passed out so I woke him.
I explained where we were and what had happened. he said how the hell did get here, I don't remember but we had better get out and get home. He had my wallet and phone thank goodness, it appears I dropped them when I fled from the police (still don't remember that).
We were not charged and was released with a stern talking about how to behave in some one else's country.
We headed for the train station and caught a train to Brussels and on to the airport, where FlyBe charged us £129 each to fly back to Manchester.
We go back at 3pm and I got home at 4pm. My Wife came home at 6pm that evening and said how was your day, I said, Fine pretty quite really.
God, what a day. I traced what had happened by going through my card statement. It appears we had drinks in Manchester and then caught a Plane to Brussels and caught the train, pretty much the way we came back.
I always thought you needed your ******** to go to Brussels, but this is wrong you just need photographic id, like ******** or driving licence. I had used my DL.
Never again. Just recalling the story has made me have a headache and sick to my stomach.
My Wife, was visiting her Parents so I spoke to them on the phone and said to call them the next day, while I got on with drinking.
I remember having a bottle of red wine and it not being the vintage to my liking and so turned back to beer.
We carry on drinking and then rest of it was a mystery at the time.
I woke in a street, a place I had never been before. It was a large square with cobbles and it was raining hard. My head hurt and I felt really really sick. I also needed a number 2.
I found a cafe and asked to use the toilet, checked my pockets and I was missing my wallet and phone. I had been robbed.
I freshened up as best I could and went outside, I said to to the waitress in the cafe, can you tell me what street I am on, I seem to have got a bit lost.
She said, Pardon I speak English little bit. She went to get the Manager.
I said to him, I got a little drunk last night and cant remember where I am.
He said, you are an idiot, you came in here last night saying "Don't forget who won the war". When we wouldn't serve you, now **** off.
I said, sorry and then he said, your in Antwerpen.
What, I said, Antwerp, Belgium.
He said "Yes".
I sad I have no money, no phone please could he help me get some help to get home. My so called friend was no where to be seen, I asked if the waiter had seen him. Yes, he was arrested after urinating on a Policeman's leg, you ran off.
I thought I had better go to the cop shop and see whats going on.
I found the Police Station and and explained how we had got carried away and how very regrettable it all was and that we just wished to leave and not darken their door any longer.
I was arrested for "Drunk and Disorderly Conduct" and joined my friend in the cells.
He was still passed out so I woke him.
I explained where we were and what had happened. he said how the hell did get here, I don't remember but we had better get out and get home. He had my wallet and phone thank goodness, it appears I dropped them when I fled from the police (still don't remember that).
We were not charged and was released with a stern talking about how to behave in some one else's country.
We headed for the train station and caught a train to Brussels and on to the airport, where FlyBe charged us £129 each to fly back to Manchester.
We go back at 3pm and I got home at 4pm. My Wife came home at 6pm that evening and said how was your day, I said, Fine pretty quite really.
God, what a day. I traced what had happened by going through my card statement. It appears we had drinks in Manchester and then caught a Plane to Brussels and caught the train, pretty much the way we came back.
I always thought you needed your ******** to go to Brussels, but this is wrong you just need photographic id, like ******** or driving licence. I had used my DL.
Never again. Just recalling the story has made me have a headache and sick to my stomach.
Last edited by Dee74; 01-09-2015 at 03:37 AM.
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Originally Posted by ShenzyT 
It's very scary what alcohol can do....
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My god - that is frightening.
So many times I've woke up not knowing how I got home only to start drinking again to make how I felt better.
When I look back now it seems utter madness. Putting yourself through such torture for a night of not even remembering.
Thanks for that reminder! And glad you got home in one piece.
L x
So many times I've woke up not knowing how I got home only to start drinking again to make how I felt better.
When I look back now it seems utter madness. Putting yourself through such torture for a night of not even remembering.
Thanks for that reminder! And glad you got home in one piece.
L x
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Originally Posted by Lancashire
My Wife came home at 6pm that evening and said how was your day, I said, Fine
Glad you made it home safely and you are doing well these days.
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Things could of been a lot worse. I got on plane to a different country, all be it an hour away. I then caught a train. My main grievance is I don't to this day remember it. I remember the return journey but not going.
What if I had killed someone and not remembered ?
What if I had gotten into a fight and not remembered ?
Fortunatly, I think I was too drunk to do any real damage besides insult people, but I am never going back to that place (drinking), although Antwerp did seem like a nice place even in the rain.
What if I had killed someone and not remembered ?
What if I had gotten into a fight and not remembered ?
Fortunatly, I think I was too drunk to do any real damage besides insult people, but I am never going back to that place (drinking), although Antwerp did seem like a nice place even in the rain.
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Holy snipe... that is rather insane! I can only imagine the feeling waking up and not knowing where you were. I have waken up a few times on a couch I didnt recognize in a house I didnt know... but it was always with someone I knew. I couldnt imagine what I would do finding out I was in a different country...
"Remember who wont the war" is totally something I would say as well. I can totally see myself doing that. Ugh. I am glad you made it out in one piece.
"Remember who wont the war" is totally something I would say as well. I can totally see myself doing that. Ugh. I am glad you made it out in one piece.
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Although blackout binges are not something to laugh at, I couldn't help but chuckle at the "Remember who won the war" comment. Especially because Belgium was on our side and were occupied by Germany against their will. I think the Belgians are quite happy we won the war. If you had flown to Berlin, you might have gotten a different reaction haha
I have similar stories. Madness.
I have similar stories. Madness.
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